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I woke up early today in hopes to see a sun rise, I am late.  The round warming glow has reached its hight and its rays are softly flowing to the ground.  As I sit here I am missing you.  A single drop of rain has just fallen from the sky, as a single tear rolled down my cheek for the memory of you.  The sound of not so distant thunder remindes me of the truth, your absent from sight and from me.  The storm smells close, its wetness will arrive soon enough, but I await it patiently just as I await our next kiss.  I miss you more than now, thinking of the times we kissed and danced in the rain on your front porch just to be spontanious.  Here it is, it has arrived profoundly, I close my eyes, and I can feel you next to me.  Thousands of cold liquid drops of reassurances are falling all around me, I lift my face up, eyes closed and let them cover my face as your kisses once did.  I taste the bitter sweet rain, missing your kiss more than ever.  I long to be with you, dancing in this wet wonderland forming out here.  Natures beauty at its best I do think.  The rain is not musical, its pounding hardly, sounding of a lound constant racing heart, so it is peaceful still.The rain makes me lonely for you, a flash of lightening has opened my eyes, and I look beside me and on this wooden swing, you are not here, nothing but a wet spot remains.  I miss our long talks and chasing each other.  I have this image of you, but it has became this old faded photo, I need to refresh it.  Its been to long and in some way, apart from this fading photo, I know you have changed.  You would deny, but those brown eyes have unmistakenly looked at me in a new way, not a positive one at that.  I sit in the rain letting it fill me with cold distance and hopes it washes away my pain, but it doesn't.